Still, bullet's flying at your immediate direction doesn't seem to be that much of a consolation, either.
Safely ducked behind some random car that conveniently served as a shield for the hail-fire of lead, Ben could only silently thank the owner of said car.
His insurance company's gonna have a cow with this one…
Swearing profusely at the black-and-white device that now glowed red on his wrist, Ben only hoped that Gwen was faring out better.
Wait, he could check up on her.
"Gwen, how's things on your end?" he asked into the little earpiece he had on.
"Fine. I heard the watch time out earlier. You okay?" her disembodied voice came through, along with the distinct sound of bullets ricocheting off Gwen's light blue energy shield.
"In some sense…" Ben muttered, trying to get some point of view as to how deep in this mess he was in. He was welcomed by shattered glass and several whizzes of what he knew were automatic rifle rounds.
Don't they *ever* run out of ammo?
"Come on, work, work!" Ben hissed, trying out the several buttons that actually worked on the Omnitrix, all to no avail. It still persistently glowed red.
At least they don't have gren-
Then a dull thud came from the car's hood, mere inches from Ben's head.
He looked to his left to see a green blur slowly make its way to the ground from the hood, and it took him a good whole seco...